" No, really, man. I want to fuck her. I'll pay quite a bit. I'm rich." Your dad is, you mean!" piped in College Kid Number One."Whatever. Really, dud..., how much to fuck her? I'll pay it." Fucking is not for sale. Do you want your money back, or do you want to continue with the blow job?" Sorry, Dude. Chill! I'll take the blow job – it's fucking awesome. Better than any sorority chick, I'll tell you that. I was just asking."This exchange reminded me of the handgun holstered on my belt, in the. Her bum on her knees, sat in between my legs. Darkened purple hair shaved all down the side. Her vagina looked soft and wet. She had a series of previously hidden tattoos all up and down the side of her torso, sneaking around her shoulders and tickling her thighs; leopard prints, dragons and mice from what I could see.She stared at me lustily, unmoving, with piercing hazel-brown eyes, savouring the moment for herself. In one fluid motion, she set upon me, sliding me deep into the heat of her. We were having a few drinks. Al didn't drink very often so she got a little high rather quickly. The combination of alcohol & the music made her loosen up a little & I got the feeling that maybe I could get her to progress toward some party sex.Danny was a very good looking guy & I knew he had the hots for my wife, I had never told him of my desire to watch her fucked by another man or even mentioned him to Al as a man to party with. I knew she liked him as a friend but doubted if she ever. The two of us distractions grabbed the cake and I pelted back to the end zone passing D. As I passed I threw the cake to her but then established an illusion of it in my hands and dodged back as if the throw had been a feint.I raced along dodging defenders as best I could back towards the end zone. They focused completely on me not noticing D making her way up the side of the cube with the cake held against her leg to make it less obvious. Eventually my solo run was caught."Ha tagged you, put.